Mommy, don't be afraid, I'll bring you blind boxes and scam you out of a wealthy family to

The five little ones carried their own little stools and sat in a row outside the kitchen, transforming themselves into little supervisors.

Adults don't cooperate as well as children in the kitchen.

The person washing vegetables splashed water everywhere;

Not only were the cutters of varying thicknesses inconsistent, but I almost cut my own hand in the process.

Those making sauces are struggling with the "a little" or "appropriate amount" instructions on recipes.

Of the several dishes he was preparing, Kee chose scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Lin Xiao asked, "Do you usually eat Chinese food?"

"Yes, my parents both like it. We have two professional Chinese chefs at home, one specializing in Sichuan cuisine and the other in Cantonese cuisine."

Xie Lin's tone was full of doubt: "Eating is eating, doing is doing, are you sure you have no problem with that?"

Kee had already rolled up her sleeves, brimming with confidence: "Stir-frying tomatoes? That's too much for me!"

Chen Fang laughed and said, "I have a bad feeling about this."

Zhou Yan shook his head as well: "This is... what's that saying again, setting a flag!"

The oil in the pan was hot, and Kee picked up the roughly chopped tomatoes and poured them in without thinking.

"etc--"

Warnings from others were too late.

Shila-

When the water droplets remaining on the surface of the tomato come into contact with the hot oil, a splatter of oil instantly appears in the pan.

Kee reacted quickly, immediately stepping back, but unfortunately, she was a beat too slow, and a few drops of hot oil splashed onto the back of her hand.

He gasped in pain, and his fair skin quickly turned red.

Everyone quickly came over:

"Did you get burned?"

How serious is it?

"Staff, get the first-aid kit!"

Kee shook her hand and laughed, "It's nothing, a small problem."

The children at the door heard it and ran over to check on them.

Luckily the kitchen is big enough, otherwise it would be too crowded.

Wen Li asked with concern, "Uncle Ki, does it hurt?"

Kee waved her hand: "Baby cares about me, it doesn't hurt at all."

But Wen Li saw the bright marks on the back of his hand and didn't quite believe it.

I used to be beaten by my stepfather and Aunt Bai, and I was also burned.

Later, when they arrived at the Duan family, there were sometimes some disagreements that needed to be addressed.

After she ran back, she opened her small bag.

Water bottle, handkerchief, snacks...

It seems there's nothing I can do to help Uncle Ki.

"Chirp chirp, Pear wants to open the box!" she called out in her heart.

After a burst of purple light, the box bounced open, and an ice-blue cloud fell out.

[SR·Ice Cloud Praise Sticker]

What Kee saw was Wenli rushing over with a cloud-shaped band-aid in her hand.

Brady tried to stop him: "You shouldn't get burned—"

Kee shook her head: "It's nothing."

He reached out his hand, and Wen Li first blew on it, then carefully placed the cloud on the reddened area, pressing the edge with her small hand, afraid that it would curl up.

The moment it's applied, a cool sensation spreads along the skin.

It looked like an ice cube, not a sticker.

The burning, stinging pain had actually subsided considerably.

Kee was somewhat surprised.

Just then, a soft, childlike voice suddenly rang in my ears: "Brave people recover the fastest~"

He was taken aback and looked at Wen Li.

But the little girl was still focused on checking if the little cloud was pasted crookedly, her lips pursed, and she didn't say a word.

Kee looked to the side again.

Seeing that he was alright, the adults quickly went back to salvage the food in the pot.

The other boys didn't seem to be able to produce that sweet voice.

...Is it just my imagination?

The only soft thing here, besides the warm pear, is this cloud on the back of my hand.

It couldn't have been it that emitted it.

Wen Li didn't notice anything unusual about her uncle. After applying the cloud-shaped bandage, she gently traced a circle around the back of his hand with her fingertip, then prayed fervently, "Pain, fly away, Uncle Ki, get better soon~!"

Kee looked down at her, somewhat dazed.

The sounds of cicadas chirping, the wind whistling, and the scorching hot stone path in the summer sun all rushed into my mind without warning.

He was only a few years old and was learning to ride a bicycle when he accidentally fell off.

He only chipped a small piece, but he had the right to be dramatic and burst into tears.

A little girl with braids ran over and said, "Oh dear, you're so clumsy, young man."

He pouted, "I'm not stupid!"

"You're just clumsy." The little girl took out a band-aid. "Don't cry, I'll help you."

Little Kee watched through gritted teeth as she blew on the wound, applied a band-aid, and ran her finger around the wound. "My pain is gone, little brother!" she exclaimed.

The young mother laughed and said, "Wuqi, aren't you ashamed? You need your little sister to coax you."

"I didn't need her to coax me!"

The little girl stuck out her tongue: "Young man, you cried but won't admit it, shame on you!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense!"

……

For many years afterward, he never saw that "process" again.

Kee was stunned.

Did I ever have a younger sister?

But haven't there always only been three brothers in their family?

Is it a relative's? Or a neighbor's?

He has always wanted a younger sister, and if he ever did, he would never forget it.

How come Wen Li's "procedure" is exactly the same as that of the little girl in my memory?

"Uncle Ki?"

The sweet, childlike voice pulled him back to reality.

Wen Li frowned, looking worried. "Uncle, does it still hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore." Kee ruffled her hair. "Thank you, Dr. Deer."

Wen Li corrected softly, "It's Nurse Xiao Lu."

She goes to the hospital often, but she can clearly distinguish the roles of doctors and nurses.

Kee laughed out loud: "Okay, okay, thank you, Nurse Deer."

Then the smile softened and deepened: "Baby, who taught you to do all that?"

The milk ball was puzzled.

Kee mimicked her previous gesture, drawing a circle on the back of her hand: "—This."

The little dumpling suddenly realized, "Mommy taught me that!"

Although it was a long time ago.

When she wasn't Little Pear, but Little Pear, Mommy always did this.

Kee breathed a sigh of relief: "After the show ends, can you take me to see your mommy?"

The little dumpling tilted its head, looking rather embarrassed: "Mommy's asleep, so I can't see Uncle."

"sleep……?"

The little dumpling nodded: "I've been asleep for a very, very long time."

Her expression was somewhat gloomy.

Mommy, when will you wake up?

Pear Baby really misses you...

Kee was surprised to find out what was going on in her home. Just as she was about to ask more questions, someone who seemed friendly but was actually secretly squeezing his shoulder hard.

Without even turning around, one could hear Xie Lin's teeth-gritting laughter: "Teacher K, you really know how to rub salt in the wound..."